Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
UT,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.